"Where can I hide myself?" he added, glancing round the room in search of a closet. Just because she was sorry for that young fool! "Uh-huh," he repeated, rising and bowing as he passed Ruth's table. Then he threw the letter at me. He himself, middle-aged, steeped in traditions of the City and moneymaking, very ill-skilled in all the lighter graces of life, as he himself well knew, could yet come to her invested with something of the halo of romance by the almost magical powers of an unlimited banking account. And it’s like the petals falling from a flower. What else was there lurked in shadows and deep places; if in some mood of reverie it came out into the light, it was presently overwhelmed and hustled back again into hiding. She did this to please him. As for this infatuation—it’s like some obsession, some magic thing laid upon you. "A thousand dollars in British pounds!… A thousand dollars for four short stories!" The tan on Spurlock's face lightened. Then, her body still tense with the atoms of anger, she sat down upon the edge of the bed and rocked from side to side.
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